While sitting and eating with a woman in a restaurant, I looked toward the

cash
register and noticed a little collection box for the Muscular Dystrophy Association.

I rose, walked over to the box to take a closer look and saw it contained
considerable change and one bill. At first I thought the bill was a twenty but looking closer I saw it was a ten. I had never seen anyone put a ten in one of those collection boxes. It seemed like a lot of money; would it make it to the Muscular Dystrophy Association?

I walked back to the table, sat down and wondered whether I should also put some money in the box. I had been thinking about donating some money before but had never gotten around to it. I thought I would donate five dollars if I had it in my pocket.